Cundao and others saw the deep tunnel and looked at each other.

The white-faced scholar asked Cundao: "Boss, do you want to go in?"

Cundao glanced at the pink-faced little monkey who had already walked into the tunnel frowned and nodded.

In the long tunnel, I couldn't see my five fingers. While walking, I could hear the whimpering sound of wind coming in.

Like a baby's cry.

Feng, Cundao and others who came in, faintly smelled a smell of blood.

Even if they are skilled and brave, they feel furious in their hearts.

After about three hours of leaving, they finally saw a tiny bit of light.

It turned out that before we knew it, dawn was about to break out.

They actually walked all night?!

The pink-faced monkey leading the way is gone.

Cundao and others carefully covered their tracks and quietly left the tunnel.

They plan to find a place first, take a break, find out the terrain before making plans.

After rushing for several days and nights, even if they have profound internal strength, they cannot withstand the consumption.

After the five of them made an appointment for two hours, they returned to the entrance of the tunnel to meet each other and found a suitable place to rest.

...

The miners started working one after another, their eyes were numb, their steps were heavy, and their spines were hunched.

Like walking zombies!

But there was one person who had a little more anger than other miners.

This person is the middle-aged uncle who had agreed with Ji Wu.

Although he was walking in the team rushing to the mine, his eyes were in the supervisory team looking for Ji Wu's figure.

But during this period, Ji Wu was mining day and night.

After busy with drunken review of supervisors last night, I seized time to study again...

I'm not awake yet!

The middle-aged uncle couldn't find Ji Wu, and his eyes were disappointed.

He wanted to tell Ji Wu that he had found Lin Jing.

It's just Lin Jing's situation...

Very bad!!

"Hurry up! Just bend it! Slap—"

After a hangover, the supervisors who had a headache and didn't want to get up.

He vented all his anger when he woke up, and he was cheap.

"ah--"

"Please stop fighting!"

A miner was whipped so hard that he could not bear it and rolled back and forth on the ground.

The wailing and begging for mercy woke up the knife that was leaning against the tree canopy and sleeping shallowly.

Cundao opened his eyes suddenly.

A spider-web-like red bloodline appeared in his eyes, with deep fatigue, but it could not hide the sharpness in his eyes.

Cun Dao turned his eyes to the entrance of the mine not far away, on the lively execution scene.

His thick eyebrows frowned.

...

The middle-aged uncle who was about to enter the mine, sighed and shook his head when he heard the familiar whip sound.

This kind of scene of beating miners is staged every day.

They have long been accustomed to it.

Any day, someone was beaten to death and thrown into the grass.

"Hey, Mu Shuangjing is also unlucky. She has been beaten by supervisors for several consecutive days."

"Yes, I feel like he can't hold on tomorrow if he continues to fight."

People who feel sad have feelings.

I don’t know when he will follow Mu Shuangjing’s footsteps…

The middle-aged uncle, when he heard the two miners behind him, his heart roared!

Wooden Shuangjing?!

Isn’t it Ji Wu, please ask the person he is looking for?

The middle-aged uncle thought that when he found Lin Jing last night.

Lin Jing was weak, his lips were chapped, his cheeks were abnormally red, and he looked obviously sick and had a high fever...

In this cannibalized mining area, having a high fever is equivalent to death!

That's why he was so anxious to find Ji Wu, wanting to tell Ji Wu about this bad news.

How could I know that I haven’t informed Ji Ma about Lin Jing yet!

Lin Jing was whipped again...

The middle-aged uncle was really worried that with Lin Jing's body, he would really lose his life if he was beaten!

He thought about it and still turned back.

I just walked not far away, but I saw Lin Jing who was being beaten and coming to death.

The middle-aged uncle said intimately: Oops!

He did not dare to delay, so he hurried to Lin Jing's side, clasped his fists and begged the supervisor who was whipping Lin Jing's.

"Sir, this little brother is ignorant, please show mercy?"

"Ba"

What kind of whip is the answer to the middle-aged uncle?

"Bah! Which onion are you?! Kill you!"

Hu Feng vomited a thick phlegm on the middle-aged uncle.

When he spoke Yanchang's words, he was unpleasant.

When talking, his facial expressions look particularly ferocious.

The middle-aged uncle frowned and endured the whip.

But looking at Hu Feng's whip, he no longer greeted Lin Jing.

Although the middle-aged uncle felt relieved even though he felt pain.

He has a thick skin and flesh, and even if he gets beaten today, he will not be able to die.

But Lin Jing may not be sure.

Ji Wu gave him a meal. He could protect Lin Jing once, just protect him once.

Just treat it as a favor from Ji Mian.

Hiding in the canopy of the tree not far away, with a restrained aura, almost integrated with the big tree.

Seeing this scene, he developed some murderous intentions at the supervisors such as Hu Feng.

He quietly touched the willow leaf flying knife on his waist.

As long as he shoots his knife fast enough, he can take down the six supervisors here without being alarmed, and the supervisors elsewhere.

Just as he was about to take action, a slightly fat figure suddenly broke into Cun Dao's sight.

This person is not tall and has deep facial features.

His figure is slightly fat, giving Cun Dao a sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, a pink-faced monkey jumped out from elsewhere, rushed over, and hugged the slightly fat boy's legs.

The slightly fat boy was stunned at first, and then he happily touched the monkey's head.

Then he led the little monkey to the middle-aged uncle who was being beaten.

Cun Dao noticed that the slightly fat boy was carrying one hand behind him.

The fingers move slightly and keep tapping.
To be continued...